I can't help but scoff at that as I give her a disapproving look. "Yeah," I say dryly. "Because who wouldn't jump at the opportunity to not be living on the streets, scared and alone and likely hunted? That's the charm of these people, Lju. They can't be trusted. I mean, maybe she's good, maybe she genuinely thinks she's helping. But if she is, she's misguided. She has no idea what she's condemning that poor kid to."

Despite wanting to, I know I have no grounds to argue. I haven't had any experience with this part of the world, or this Chantry. I don't know any more than Lavellan's already told me. Still, I can't help but wonder if his distrust is well-founded.

"So, what is your plan once she's awake?" I ask nonchalantly, "Are we bringing them with us to the Capital?"

I don't respond at first, instead swallowing as I focus thoughtfully on the road. The truth is, I don't have a plan. I'm not used to having a companion with me that I have to consider when I find myself in situations such as this. It's more problematic than I would have imagined.

"Would it worry you terribly if I said I intended to make it up as we go along?" I ask hesitantly.

"I don't know anymore." I respond, sitting back in my seat. "Honestly, Lavellan, I don't know how the fuck we got here. Have we even been out of Skycrest for a week? Have we stopped even once to catch our breath?"